Miss Donna Karan

I had the Polo with all the patches on it that say Hilfiger on the back when I met her

So all them niggas that wore a uniform on the first day could forget it

She a brown skinned Goddess, everything she got is

All labeled up this girl ain't never played the bus

She just strolled by, but naw can't never wave at us

My nigga did talk to her once but she ain't never gave it up

And Damn, I think I wanna Captain Save Her up

But them older niggas got cars and I could never save enough

I tell her I don't make cents right now, but I will

And it don't make sense right now, but it will

Miss Donna Karen, Body so proper

Baby sized Jordan's on, all the dudes Jock ya

Just to get close I think I oughta move lockers

Instead of telling my niggas, What I oughta do is stop ya like

Miss Donna Karen, I don't know

If it's the way that you wear it, put me on

Your the reason why I wrote this song

I'm a sing it to you on the way home

She like that one Polo Jacket that you missed on sale

I wanna say they C's and them hips so swell

That clear Candy Gloss hit her lips so well

That if I maybe got the chance I'll probably lick your

Well?... Naw! I'm just trying to take a trip somewhere

Crenshaw and Fox Hills, let's pick somewhere

I'll pay for the food, just sit somewhere

I wanna build a future girl, let's get somewhere, Yea

I'm Cliff Huxtable and you can be my Clair, Yea

I saved my Lunchable's just so I could share, Yea

I gotta stunt for you, so I'm up at lunch for you

Hoopin in my Tommy's tryin to show you I could dunk for you (Haha)

So tell me if I made the cut (Yep), Tell me if I made this up

Miss Donna Karen, Lookin like a poster

You ain't gotta mess with me cause everybody wants ya like

Uh

Miss Donna Karen, bubble gum smacker

Style it like Aaliyah, put the fitted on backwards

Miss Donna Karen, I'm wishin we was older

Let's watch the box and just skip all the homework

Miss Donna Karen, I love you like my Griffeys

I try to be affectionate and all you do is hit me

Miss Donna Karen, she like, "I don't want no hickeys"

"Cause when I come home, Dom my mom gone get me" like

Ay, remember when you would put the PE shorts on over your skirt so your mom wouldn't see you? (Miss Donna Karen)

And you and your home girl used to have them blow pops with the Jolly Ranchers around them. It was like a dollar

And that was back when we was getting in trouble. Dancin for the smallest chicks that hit from last night